Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2227: Chapter 2228: Power of the Saint

Under the imposing might, Yue Qinghuan was directly pushed aside, unable to move an inch, and could only watch helplessly as the powerful strike headed straight for Xue An, desperation filling her eyes.

For she knew better than anyone just how terrifying a Saint-level existence could be.

It’s not even an exaggeration to say that with a mere thought, he could obliterate the entire Linglong City.

Even Song Moke, who had previously perished, though a Half-step Saint, bore the title of ’Saint,’ yet was worlds apart from a true Saint.

Someone even compared the gap between a Half-step Saint and a Saint to that between a Half-step Saint and an ordinary person.

Thus, even in the vast heavens, those who become Saints are still extraordinarily rare.

In comparison, Xue An, a mere Half-step Immortal Venerate, was hardly worthy of mention.

This was why Yue Qinghuan felt such despair at this moment, closing her eyes, unable to bear watching anymore.

Yet, in contrast to the fear of others, Xue An remained much more composed, flames blazing around him.

The crimson fire engulfed his entire body.

At the same time, his Divine Sense surged out, instantly encompassing the surrounding space, preparing to counter Lord Yuehua’s strike.

Upon witnessing this, a gleam flashed in Lord Yuehua’s eyes, "Your Divine Sense is quite impressive! But do you think this alone can stop me? You’re too naive!"

As he spoke, a thunderous boom echoed, and Lord Yuehua’s strike collided solidly with Xue An.

The force of Lord Yuehua’s palm was incredibly fierce, directly demolishing Xue An’s Divine Sense used for defense, sending him flying far away until he crashed heavily against the dungeon wall, barely relieved of pressure.

Not only that, but the flames surrounding Xue An were extinguished, revealing the body they had covered.

At this moment, Xue An seemed somewhat disheveled, as his clothes were tattered from the strike.

Meanwhile, blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as paper, evidently having sustained significant injuries from the impact.

Despite this, Lord Yuehua still uttered a mild gasp.

Because he had thought that the white-clad boy would be turned to dust under his strike.

Yet he didn’t expect him to actually endure.

However, Lord Yuehua quickly sneered, "Surviving one of my strikes is something to be proud of, but it all ends here. Go die!"

As he spoke, Lord Yuehua lightly flicked a finger, and a beam of light immediately surged out from the massive celestial body behind him, dazzling as the moon, and darted toward Xue An like a sharp sword.

Where it passed, the space was gouged out deep chasms, accompanied by a rumbling roar.

Compared to the overwhelming force earlier, this strike seemed much more subtle.

But only true experts would understand its terror.

For this strike had clearly forsaken external grandeur, containing all its power within that beam of light.

Thus, it was evident that Lord Yuehua had a killer’s heart toward Xue An.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t exert such considerable effort.

Facing this attack, Xue An finally revealed an expression of profound gravity, letting out a sharp cry.

"Taotie!"

The Taotie, long prepared to assist, immediately rushed out at the call, assuming its original form mid-air, then roared mightily, swinging its claws to directly smite the light.

Thump!

A dull sound reverberated like a drumbeat, as massive shockwaves emerged where the Taotie and the light clashed.

The Taotie grunted and was sent flying.

Yet this blockade made the beam of light appear much dimmer.

Just then, Xue An slowly raised his eyes, which burned with nearly explosive Sword Intent.

"Kill!"

With the utterance, Xue An flipped his wrist, a slender, blood-red small sword appearing in his hand.

Upon the emergence of the small sword, it resonated with the Sword Intent within Xue An.

The sword’s radiance pulsed like a heartbeat, then erupted with extremely dazzling sword light.

The sensation was akin to a sun detonating in Xue An’s hand.

Then, Xue An raised the sword, slashing toward the beam of light approaching him.

Boom!

After the explosive sound, the dungeon wall burst into powder, forming a long passage behind Xue An.

Xue An retreated seven or eight paces before finally steadying himself.

And the incoming beam of light vanished into nothing.

At this, the entire venue erupted into commotion.

The imprisoned criminals all looked bewildered.

For they had never encountered such an explosive scene.

A mere Half-step Immortal Venerate dared to wield a sword against a Saint-level existence, and in the end, he won.

This was as unbelievable as a myth.

As for Xue An, he was panting heavily, gripping the small sword courageously, glaring up at Lord Yuehua.

This already counted as the strongest sword Xue An had wielded since proving his way to Half-step Immortal Venerate.

Even going so far as to utilize the Sword Heart Crystal Jian San gave him as a memento before his death.

Yet despite this, Yue Qinghuan’s eyes were still filled with despair.

Because she knew, the previous attacks were merely probing for Lord Yuehua, not full exertions.

But unexpectedly, just then, Lord Yuehua standing among the moonlight suddenly gasped lightly and instantly appeared before Xue An.

The entire process unfolded as naturally as water blending with milk.

But before Xue An could react, his gaze was drawn to the small sword in his hand, and his eyebrows slightly rose.

"Where did you obtain this small sword?"

His tone was quite anxious.

Xue An was moved, then responded coldly, "A friend gifted it to me!"

"Where is she now?"

"She’s dead!"

"Dead?" Lord Yuehua trembled subtly.

"Indeed!"

Lord Yuehua stood stunned, murmuring softly, "I should’ve expected; condensing Sword Heart into a small sword, how could one still live?"

Saying this, he suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, then looked at Xue An with a peculiar gaze.

"Do you know the origin of your friend?"

Xue An shook his head.

"No wonder, otherwise I guess if you knew, you wouldn’t reveal the small sword!"

Saying this, Lord Yuehua’s expression suddenly turned grave.

"Boy, if you wish to live longer, it’d be best not to reveal this small sword, or else it will bring unimaginable disaster, understand?"

Xue An didn’t respond to these words, only quietly watching Lord Yuehua, then spoke, "What do you mean by telling me this?"

Lord Yuehua shrugged, "Nothing much, just a reminder!"

He raised his hand and waved, releasing the prisoners from the Moonlight Secret Realm, including the Shadow Turtle Race and Lü Yangyan’s sister.